This day may be my last
Today may well be my last
I who am tired and weary
Never to grasp my wish
This pretty little fairy
He leaves me no options
But to simply walk away
Tried i have but failed
To steal his heart away
I look at him quite often
To me he is so very dear
If only i could wake him
Wake him, and bring him here
A face without a name
Stranger but dear at heart
If only i could love him
From all these miles apart
I smile because he makes me
Cry when i am often sad
I feel the need to scream
Yet its something I've never had
Waking in the morning time
With the sun upon my face
Still it rains around me
And makes my poor heart race
Today may be my last my dear
Time to hold my head down low
But always remember these words
I shall follow you where you go
I envy the love in your heart
These eyes are sadly so green
To love and not to be loved
Is a place i have often been.
Copyright© Sharon Brady
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